To The Extreme

(vanilla ice, w. stallings, craig pride)

Strictly from the islands, vanilla ice
The man jam down reggae music
Mash it up ice, mash it

I got the rhyme to keep the body pumpin'
Turn the party out while the people are jumpin'
Reggae style at the top of my list
Is hitting real hard like mike tyson's fist
It is so good that the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mic and you know i'm not lazy
I'm pumpin' up the lyrics in a smooth way
I drop 'em like a bum rush much as what we say
The other mc's try to duplicate
But with the rosta man they just mediate

Rosta man you be jammin' so smooth
You rockin' on the mic and you can only improve
Rosta man you know you sound so sweet
I like the way you put the lyrics to the funky beat
Ah rae rue, re rae rah
Reggae rock has the style to chase the blues away
Ah rae rue, re rae rah
Reggae rock has the style to chase the blues away

Me and i, myself and you
The rosta man, deshay and the rest of my crew
Reggae music's been around for a while
Vanilla ice is doin' it the hip hop style
Because this is the one that we call the rae rue
Everybody out there you know just what to do
Just clap your hands and stomp your feet
Move around to the sound of the reggae beat
No push, no fall, no shove, no trip
The rosta man wants you get with it

(repeat chorus)

Well the people out there let me hear you scream
If you want to get down and you want to be seen
Then jump up my man, do the rosta man
Move your head up and down to the reggae jam
Just shake your arms and move your hips
All you females out there let me shake your
And just get down like you're makin' love
All you people who believe in god above

(repeat chorus)

From the ah rae rue, the re rae rah
The jack tar village in jamaica
Ocho rios or the way to kingston
If we go back to the homeland again
Back on tour from city to city
Rollin' with the girls with the big, big ahhh...
Pity the fool who step it to me
I drop 'em like a fly, i better get the flea

(repeat chorus)

Produced by wayne stallings and darryl williams
Published by t.c. & floyd music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)

(vanilla ice, m. smooth, earthquake, p.loomis)

1,2,3,4.
It was an average night backstage at a show
I seen this girlie that i knew, she was a cutie and yo!
She had it goin' on from her head to her feet
Her shape was so petite, and so unique
Her eyes flamed with passion like she was possessed
As i shivered and quivered while she rubbed on my chest
'slaved and engraved i couldn't scream
Moaning and groaning like she could take on the a-team
I was one of many that she'd choose
Do me, pursue me, twice as nice but don't refuse
Leaving her breathless as the sweat poured on
The spot that i was in was so soft and warm
This was far from a story you will find in a book
Hot off the platter, and boy, could she cook
Roastin' my body it left a stain in my brain
And all i kept sayin' to myself was

Stop that train, i wanna' get off
Stop that train, i wanna' get off

Oh my god, what have i got into?
Sooner or later i thought she'd get the clue
'cause my body was tired and full of sweat and perspire
The situation i was in could've start'd a campfire
No more skeezin' and teasin' for the ice right now
I found me a corner, play it cool for a while
Just mackin' and schemin' on a woman i thought was cool
But now i realize that the ice was the fool
'cause a woman will play you, lay you and obey you
You better watch your back 'cause a woman will slay you
Not to mention the one who got me
Yea, she got me, the i-c-e
But, back to the story of a one night stand
I thought i was strong but she was he-man
Lovin' every second tryin' to make me blush
And all 'n all it was for the lust
I though, she was an angel and soft as a cream puff
Until i seen her come out with the whip and handcuffs
Breathin' down my neck i was scared to death
The sweat from my body as it rolls down my neck
And out of all nights, where was my crew?
'cause this was somethin' i didn't know what to do
D already told me that the girlie was strange
But i didn't know until she pulled out the chains
Walkin' and stalkin' towards me with a plan
And now i regret all the things i was sayin'
Now the moment is critical, so what should i do?
Leave while i can, or just take the abuse
Now i'm drippin' with sweat, why? 'cause i'm afraid
Handcuffs and chains is a game i don't play
No doubt in my mind that the girlie is the boss
Stop this train 'cause i wanna get off

Stop that train, i wanna' get off
Stop that train, i wanna' get off

Later on that night as it got worse
My body's steamin' up and i was ready to burst
She had me hot as a skillet taken from a flame
And my admission was free for me to ride on this train
Yea, i must admit to myself, it was fun
But, now i'm lookin' for my shoes, i'm ready to run
So, now i'm hopin' and prayin' for the moment to come
'cause i couldn't move and my body was numb.
So, now what have i done to get myself into this?
It started from a kiss, now i'm ready to resist
I couldn't take it no more, on the bed, or the floor
My knees were gettin' weak and my back was gettin' sore
The room was destroyed, not to mention my body
Why did i ever tell her to "pump it, hottie?"
What could i do to just ease the pain?
I think i'll let the hook just try to explain

Stop that train, i wanna' get off
Stop that train, i wanna' get off

Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm (bmi)

(vanilla ice, earthquake)

Oh yea...in my dreams i 'vision myself at the ocean
Beautiful girls rubbin' me down with some lotion
Even though you know i flow as cold as an ice cube
Let me tell you how it is to make love on an inner tube
Floatin' on water while splashin' waves on your body
Flwoni' and goin', now pump it, pump it, hottie
See, i wanna get loose with you, is that all right?
Girl, i wanna' do it outside, under the moonlight
And get on down so we can make that love
You be the hand and iceman'll be the glove
This is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures the utmost extreme

Yea...life is just a fantasy...yea...

Now, let me take you out so we can wine and dine
As i pull you close you pull your lips next to mine
Oh yeah, you like it like that
You like it like i do and that's where it's at
So later on that night as we got in my car
It started up again we didn't get very far
You made it very clear that you were not in fear
Leaned over to me and started kissin' my ear
Oh girl, you feel so good
You couldn't wait to get home and i understood
As we got busy, then i pulled up in the driveway
You said follow me 'cause we're gonna do it my way
Walked in the front door you startin' strippin' clothes
Turned off the lights and assumed the pose
Closer and closer, hot anticipation
You walked into the closet, came out in some lace 'nd
I almost lost my mind, but i kept it in tact
The lace you was wearin' ohhh, i got an attack
'cause this is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures to the utmost extreme

Yea...life is just a fantasy
Yea...life is just a fantasy

Come on baby and let me be your toy
I'll let you do as you wish just to give you joy
And get down, i know you wanna' get loose
Let's do it like a train and i'll be the caboose
Or better yet, i'll take you higher, i think that it's time
To make love to you baby on cloud number nine
As we start pumpin', sweat pour down my chest
And that's when you know vanilla ice is the best
You say ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah
I don't know what it means but i like it a lot
This is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures to the utmost extreme
Yea...life is just a fantasy
O yea...life is just a fantasy...oh girl...

Produced by earthquake
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)

(vanilla ice, earthquake)

Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy

I'm back and i'm ringin' the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my dj deshay cuttin' all them z's
Hittin' hard and the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mike, man i'm not lazy.

I'm lettin' my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and i begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', go vanilla go!

Smooth 'cause that's the way i will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why you starin' at me
So get off 'cause i control the stage
There's no dissin' allowed
I'm in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And i can dance better than any kid n' play

Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy i can't hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on

Stage 2 -- yea the one ya' wanna listen to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So i can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo -- knock on some wood
For good luck, i like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
I'm an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.

I'm like samson -- samson to delilah
There's no denyin', you can try to hang
But you'll keep tryin' to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if you're a loafer.

You'll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- oh my god, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! come on and say it!

Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music white boy let's do it

Vip. vanilla ice yep, yep, i'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin'
Vanilla ice is sellin' and you people are buyin'
'cause why the freaks are jockin' like crazy glue
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the vip posse.

Steppin' so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, i'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, i'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and i thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
'89 in my time! you, '90 is my year.

Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, i
Play that funky music white boy can't hear you

You're weakenin' fast, yo! and i can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so i can smell it
So don't be mad and don't be sad
'cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
You're pitchin' a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- anytime, anywhere

You thought that i was weak, boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song

Say -- play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.

Play that funky music come on, come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music a little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy come on, come on, come on
Play that funky music

Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)

(vanilla ice, khayree)

Yea...vanillas' stand the world on a chair. yea!
Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear. yea!
Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer. yea!
He's the vanilla! break, break, break down.

Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno
You wanna' learn my songs, this ain't no journal
It blemished my rhyme, because i'm drawin' the line
Don't celebrate too soon, 'cause i'm goin' for mine
Just a character in a made up cartoon
Like witchel and hazel, boy, you're pushin' a broom
So get a new life or come equipped with the best
Mark another one for ice, let the microphone rest
Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong
And i'll rock it now, i need a microphone
I'm in the mood to dance, i'm in the mood to prance
You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance
Because i rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver
You asked for dope, ha...that's what i gave ya'
A chance to go but now you move too slow
My juice is pumped and i'm ready to go

Go...it's a party...come on...let's do this...come on...

Real good...into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves
And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave
Becuase i'm hyped like an addict, there's no drug involved
The only thing i need is my record revolved
Def comin' dtrong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor
I wanna' see ya' shake, shake and shiver
You're a charity case, and ice is the giver
I'm givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive
You can't cope with the dop ice has concieved
Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree
You tried my style but i burn you see
I'm ice and i'm cold, i'm buildin' igloos of gold
You wanna' bite my style, you gotta' have soul
'cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
You don't buy it on, it comes out your hifi

It's a party...come on...'let's do this...

You think it's funy to lack but i'm a brother to mack
The 808 kickin' base from a dope drum track
I'm the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fools
You r posse's takin' a dip and vanilla's the pool
Get ready for my ritual, it's at its' peak
Silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak
Intruders get slayed, my pockets get paid
The girlie is jockin' it and just got laid
See i'm the press you elect, keep the record erect
In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect?
Earthquake is on the funk, my homie's not a punk
Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk
You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit
Fake caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit
So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up
So make the record transform so carwin vegas

It's a party...come on...let's do this...

Do it! we don't need no music
'cause all we wanna' do, is sing and dance and party down
I'm the best, he's the vanilla

It's a party...come on...let's do this...

Produced by khayree
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)

Yo, Vanilla, kick it one time, boy!
Yo, VIP, let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby

All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid dont play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say HI
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin to get away before the jackers jacke
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]

Take heed, 'cos I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay palays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]

Yo man, let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!

Ice Ice baby, too cold
Ice Ice baby, too cold, too cold [3x]